It's easy to get lost in the chorus
Within the multitudes
Of echoing voices
Reverberation of instruments
Harmonies and melodies
That blend into one another
With the perfection
Of the ruby sun
Sinking into the deep blue sea
Amidst hues of orange glory

It's easy to dissolve into the utopian music
And not in the sound
Of the soft symphonies
The eccentric disposition
The serene style
And the eloquent expression
Of each voice
The turbid power in emotion
Of each other
That all merge into
One equanimous embodiment
Like the patter of the  rain
The roar of thunder
And the mute lightning
Reform into a tempestuous gale

It's easy to lose ourselves
In the beauty of a bleak ballad
The richness of the voice
The faded love of a violin
The gentle caress of a piano
Or to dive
Into the polyphony of them all
Like trusting the wind to carry you
From the edge of a precipice

Does the chorus make you love
Feel, cry,  and hate
Or does it underwhelm you
The desire to use your own voice
And portray the character in it
And revel in the song
That you sing from your heart
That belongs to no one but you

Deep down
Somewhere in your soul
You are both the chorus and the lead
You can listen to your own sound
And find grace in another's
And there are many parts of us
That are two things at once
Not black and white
Not good or bad
But strange and lovely
But we veil one
Either the part we resent
Or do not comprehend
Or the part we created and hold dear
And afraid of it
Being robbed away
Along with a piece of you

And even your demons
Your fears ,and affection
Your past that haunts you, and invokes memories
The future you dread, and are curious to see
The truth you need
All the volatile colours
Flowers blossoming
Sunbeams cascading
Fear suffocating
Birds chirping incessantly
Waves thundering with aberration
All of them

Pause
In time and space
Just to enjoy the music
For one moment
Becoming tranquil